12-week appt

Right now I’m eating those yummy sugar cookes you get in the clear plastic containers at Kroger.  The ones with the pink frosting and sprinkles.  And I don’t feel guilty about it.  Just so you know. Sometimes I think I might be narcoleptic.  And arthritic.  But then I remember, no, I’m just pregnant.  I felt like I could have taken a lovely nap in my spinach … Continue reading 12-week appt